So, my son is in prison. I'm getting so old, I can't dig the garden any more, and told him so in a letter, letting him know I wished he was here to help. He wrote me back...I figured to apologize, but the letter said "Dear dad, DON'T dig the garden, that's where I hid the loot!" The next day, 15 cops come, and dig in my garden for most of two days. Next day, I get another letter..."Dear dad...is the garden dug yet? Love, you son."